[IC] Decisions decisions...

[Johnny Blair]

John turns to Trevor and peers at him for awhile.  Blowy guy?  Wing-guy?  "We do have names, you know.  And yeah, something like this..." he spreads his wings out, and the sheer wingspan almost reaches the edges of the table "...might be difficult for us to deal with in enclosed spaces."

Trevor smirks a little and replies, "Sorry.  I got lost in your dreamy eyes and forgot your code names."  He pauses for a second then adds sarcastically, "Oh no, wait a minute, you didn't tell us your code names.  You'll need a code name.  Can't very well go around telling everyone your name is John.  You see mutants aren't really liked so having a public identity wouldn't be very smart.  If you don't like Wing guy, how about Bird Brain?"

John gives him a brief glare, then grins. Bird Brain, huh? "I guess they call you 'Nosey', then.  Right?  No wait...your nose isn't big enough.  How about 'Stubby?'  Wait!"  He snaps his fingers in realization.  "Dork!  That must be your 'code name'."

"I.I'd r..rather g.go with y.you and G.Ged.deon. I.I'd r.rather be h.helping Ben than h.hunt.ting the assh.hat."

"Brilliant.  I suggested you go into the sewer group because with you being one of two mentalists -- three if you include John -- it would make sense in splitting you all up.  Since John would be at a disadvantage in the sewers it only makes sense to place him in the first group tracking Jack, with Aurum.  I know you're not a telepath like Aurum but since you have the experience with your own mental powers, you would be the first line of defense against other mental attacks.  Or at least that's the plan."

John nods in agreement.  "Yeah...Still haven't quite figured out exactly what I can do.  I'm sure I'll figure it out as I go along."

"I will go with you and Aurum after Jack. He needs to answer for Saleem."

John nods, seeing a bit of a pattern here.  Apparently this Jack kid had gotten real close to these guys and the events of last night had hit them all pretty hard.  He glances at the toddler-fied Saleem.  Well...some more than others.

"What's going on here," Jessica suddenly asks from the doorway.  "You guys aren't planning any trouble are you?  You know how mad Cyclops would be if he knew you were planning something stupid."

John puts his head down on his arms folded on the table.  He was beginning to get a headache. It tended to happen when he had to deal with a lot of emotions swirling around him.